Thank you all for your reviews! They made me smile quite litterally like a fool =3 A nice way to end a day, really. And yes, I will post up that drawing, I'll let you all know when it is up =3

Reviews time! (I quite liked them =))

To Scarletnight13: Thank you! Having you tell me I'm a good author made me very happy. And yes, I will jot that down and make a story like that. I have an idea that may suit your fancy using that outline. Thank you for the suggestion!

To Tera Loveless Uchiha: I'm glad you're enjoying this fanfic! I guess that means I can't end it soon (not that I was planning on) And yeah, that line came to me mostly because I was thinking of my Angel character, and of the white wings I couldn't draw AT ALL. Ansem is an ass, it's obvious XD In the game too, he is ._. And that song is epic. Put into the right context, it definetly will make anyone with a heart cry.

To Moe10: I will post it up! =3 What sucks is that I can only draw intimate-ish scenes for some reason (found that out yesterday) without having them look bad. Weird... But no worries, nothing explicit =3 You all read the part I drew, anywhoo.

To il2swim57: I know, right? Insult and run; Roxas' way of attack since... whatever year he was born. And I hope you get better soon, being sick sucks! And I love tha anagram =3 And yes, Adonis is a guy, so Roxas is safe. For now...

Poke me with a stick if you want a story/one-shot about a certain subject. I'll try my best to make it happen!

On to the story!

Paper Moon

Chapter thirteen

An Angel's Heart

Sora

"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, OW!" He hisses as mom dabs a cloth soaked in antibacterial liquid.

"Will you stop moving?" She asks with a smile. I laugh in my little corner, watching the spectacle.

"Why should a slap need antibacterial?" He asks, biting his lip as she passes the cloth over it again.

"Because he was wearing a ring inside out and the ring cut your skin. Now stop moving! Sora, hold him down."

"Sorry." I hold my hands up to Roxas as I hold his shoulders to stop him from squirming.

"You're terrible. You'd betray me?" He asks in mock horror, hissing as she wipes the liquid off with a sterile swab. I pout.

"Aw c'mon, you know that's not fair!" I protest. He sticks out his tongue at me and sighs as mom puts a bandaid on it. He rubs his cheek, trying to smooth out the pain as I let go of his shoulders.

"I've never seen a seventeen year old scared of getting a wound dressed." She muses as she puts the antibacterial away in the little medecine case.

"Not my fault." He mumbles, not looking at her. I grin.

"Wanna play a game until we have to go to bed?" I ask, to change his mind. He nods, mother laughing as she exits the room, holding the little medical kit in her hands.

"Which one?" He asks. I hum a moment, grinning after a moment.

"Final Fantasy XIII." I make a spooky music sound after that. (A.N.: Okay, listen. I've only played FFVIII, so I dunno if FFXIII plays at two. I only own a PS1 and a WII XD So me dunno XD Forgive my lack of information =3 I'm wingin' it as I go, and FFXIII is the first thing that came to my mind.)

"I like that number." He says as I walk to the tv and slide the cd into the PS3.

"What? Number thirteen?" I ask, taking the controllers and handing one to him, sitting down hard onto the ground. He joins me, nodding.

"Yeah. It's an unlucky number, and it's also the date of my birthday. To top it off, I was born on a Friday the thirteenth." He grins, while I set the control settings, pressing start soon after.

"I guess we're both unlucky spouses, huh?" I grin back at him. He nods.

"Just about."

"You're so going down, though." I laugh a little evilly, making him gulp.

"Probably." He laughs. "Remember, I'm not too good at these, unlike someone I know." He counters.

"Hey, it's called boredom. You should try it sometimes." He laughs dryly at that, making me smile.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." He shouts in exclamation. "Hah! Score one for the NOOB!"

"Lucky strike." I stick out my tongue at him. (A.N.: I think I'm inventing a whole different game here XD)

"We'll see."

He snores lightly in my ear as I shut the tv off.

"You seem to like falling asleep on other people, don't you?" I sigh, shaking my head as I stand up, careful not to jostle him. His angelic face just sleeps on. Grunting slightly I pick him up with one arm at his back and another at his knees, he being a little lighter than I thought he'd be. Smiling and grateful that we'd played in the bedroom, I carry him to the bed, lifting off the covers and sliding him in, putting them over him. I sit on the matress a moment, letting out a breath.

"Seriously, you gotta be more careful about that." I say with a smile to his sleeping face. "Really now, looking at you while you sleep, it's not hard to tell whose the angel between the two of us, huh?" I plant a delicate peck on his forehead, right in between his eyebrows. He smiles in his sleep. "I wonder what you're dreaming of." Sighing and standing up, I walk to my dresser and, I not having yet changed into a pj or anything, I take the time to do so, and since he's sleeping I just change in the room and not in the bathroom.

With a yawn I throw myself down onto the matress, arms splayed out to my sides. I look at him.

Is he starting a fever? I ask myself, noticing his slightly red face. Maybe. We'll see how he's doing in the morning. I look to the ceiling now as I lie underneath the covers, waiting for sleep to come. But that bores me quickly enough, so I turn onto my side and watch Roxas as he sleeps, his face peaceful. I smile and soon enough I close my eyes, sleep overtaking me.

But I never miss the arms that wrap around my waist, pulling me closer until the heat coming from his body warms me up a little further, and the subtle touch of lips over my own.

Note to self: A sick Roxas is a strange Roxas.

"I'm wondeirng how you got this cold." I laugh as I, with great patience, make him sit up straight, for the fifth time. I give him a bowl of soup. He nods, quiet as he blows on it to cool it down. "Or maybe cat's got your tongue?"

He shakes his head. "Thinking." He says, which is more words than he's said in an hour thus far. I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall as I watch him eat the soup.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask. "You seem... quiet." He avoids my gaze a moment as he concentrates a little too much on his soup. "Roxas, what's wrong?"

"It'll sound crazy." He laughs. I shake my head, sitting on my knees now beside him. He looks at me.

"Nothing you say is crazy."

"Just dillusional."

I frown. He sighs, scratching the back of his head.

"It's stupid and crazy... but I kinda miss my parents a little." He looks away from me. "I shouldn't even..."

"No, you have every right to do so!" I protest, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "They're your parents, and therefore, you'll miss them to some extent, no matter what."

"Sora." He complains. "You'll get sick too."

"No I won't." I smile at him, causing him to pause in whatever he was going to say. "And if I do, then oh well. I'll share it with you."

He sighs.

"Your morals are messed up." He comments. "But I don't mind that."

"Good." I nuzzle his neck. "Want me to leave you to sleep?"

"Nah. I'm not that tired. And you're blowing this way out of proportion. It's just a small fever."

"Yeah, but oh well!" I look down to his hands wrapped gently around the empty bowl. "I want to take care of you. No matter how small it may be."

He laughs gently.

"Don't need to feel sad or anything. Thank you, Sor." He smiles a smile that could literally make a blind man see - in my perspective - and I kiss his cheek.

"Anytime!" He winces, and I realize it's his injured cheek. "Mmph," I mumble under my breath. "Why'd father have to do that to you? I bet that's why you're sick."

He laughs. "Maybe he was trying to protect you from me?" We both look at each other.

"Naah." Grinning at our unision, I sigh, leaning the side of my head on the base of his neck, his shoulder pressed up against my neck. I guess experience with bad fathers made us good at that.

"Hey, Sor?" He asks, left hand on my hair, smoothing it down gently.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I have a question... if there was one thing you would do, and one thing you would change in the world, what would it be?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow.

"Hmm... random questions, but okay." I look to his neck a moment. "Other than you," I start with a grin, making him jolt, blush and make a sound of protest all at once. "I'd make sure we'd be left alone, and that no one would ever try to get us to come apart. As for the other, it's easy, yet hard. I would want to make it so that your past wasn't so bad, but then again, it's made you who you are, and we wouldn't have met." I hum a moment. "So I wouldn't really change anything."

"Well put." He says with a smile.

"And you?"

"Hah, that's easy." He starts. "To humor you, other than you, I think I would stop your father from ever coming near you again. And I wouldn't change anything, really."

"Can I ask why you asked that?"

He shrugs, forgetting a moment my neck was leaned against it.

"Sorry." He apologizes. "I don't know. I was curious about your answer."

"It's fine." I yawn.

"Tired?" He asks. I nod, rubbing my eyes. He lies down on his side, pulling me near him so that my forehead rests on his collarbone. I wrap my arms loosely around his waist. "Sleep tight."

I reach up and give him a kiss.

"Sora. You'll get sick!" He protests as I pull back. I smile at him.

"I know, Rox." I say, hugging myself closer to him. I can hear the smile in his words as he speaks.

"Idiot." He leans his head on the top of mine.

"Sleep well." I say tiredly, letting sleep take me into its clutches.

Awwehs, a filler chapter-ish. No new news on BOB and his pursuit to take over the world, sadly. *Sigh* The authorities are making it really hard. XD

Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will come whenever I conceive an idea for it. Oh, and I'll start working on Ash Like Snow, which will be the name of the story Scarletnight13 has requested. I will be making that one longer, so updates (whenever I start uploading it) will be much slower.